Varela,” Marcus said.

“You’ll read the registered land entries straight from this ledger,” I said.

“Speak calmly.

Don’t get into an argument with Doña Victoria.”

“And if she demands we open the gates before you come down from the villa?” Marcus asked.

“She can’t force them,” I said.

“The iron latches are key-operated from inside the guard cabin.”

Marcus opened the front flap of the ledger and pointed to a folded parchment tucked into the side pocket.